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... was a beautiful face.
Beautiful and beautiful, the world is crowned.
But the man's left face, from the corner of the eyebrows down to the moment, there is a purple lightning pattern, so clear and profoundly engraved in the eyes of everyone.
Nine fingers touched his eyes, his lips with a shallow curvature: "Hey, are you terrible me?"
Although the wind is swaying, although she does not know what this pattern represents, she has already discovered it from the reactions ...
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